Wakeing up to the sound of birds singing and the first rays of the sun. Open my eyes and looking around getting my bearings. Feeling the uncomfortable and rough bark. Stretchng my arms as my usual routine that no island of hell will take from me. Noticeing my body is feeling less pain and more on the stiff side I decide to start another day.
Jumping off the tree and almost face planting in the process. I manage to land safely. Wondering to myself what I should do today . Noticing my fire from last night has gone out. That was first on my list to do to survive.
1. Gather wood
Gruuumble!!!
2 find food and water
Was on my list after noticing how hungry I was. For someone who had the convince of eating whenever you want to. Thinking about the home cooked meals that's my foster family made. The roasted chicken or the stuff potatoes with cheese and meat in it. Rembering this my emotions and my stomach were on the fritz.
Stop stop enough crying over it once I get off this island im going to seiza infront of them and beg them to forgive me about how I acted and treated them. And tell them how much I love them. Before i noticed it tears were floweing down my face. Wipeing my face and deciding that this will be my goal and theresone why I will live andsurvive.
Still hungry I decide its time to man up and do what my idol done and that is hunt. Walking a good distance away from my camp which is more closer to the sea were I am walking is more inland. Slowly the scenery changed and the endless white sand with small grass islands passed by. The scenery is now that of a grass land abit identical to the one I me the goblin at. But it was opppite to to the way I'm walking. Picking up a branch that was lieng on the ground. Thinking I can make use of it or mabey being able to make a weapon my Sharpeing the tip.
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Well thinking on how to to turn it into a weapone out of the corner of my eye I see movement what I see is a fat bird the size of a chicken that looked like a trukery with the feathers of a peacock very colorfull .
My fist though was food I can eat now, chanting in my head num num ima eat you now over and over. Walking over to the walking steak ever so slowly almost there i say ti myself
CRACK
Fuck me I step on a damn stick how cliche can you get.
The bird looks me sqauks at me and runs 10 feet ahead stops and starts to peck the ground. Eh? I was expecting it to run far but it just stopped and started to mind its bussiness. Somehow it pisses me off am I that low on the threat chart to. Walking close to it again to the point I can grab. Raisning my stick up and bringing it down with all my strength on the back its head with a lound thump and death cry of squaaak i killed my first animal. My thoughts were that it wasn't mocking me it was stupid .
Looking down I see its head squashed in and bleeding grabbing it by the feet and making my way back to camp with a goofy smile on my face.
Ding you have killed a dumb dumb bird.